Commander Su abandoned all heavy equipment, leading more than five thousand newly integrated warriors of the 712th Division on a wild dash across the wasteland.
The car's gas pedal was floored, revs pushed to the maximum, and the engine's roar thundered through the wilderness. A ghostly blue river appeared on the ground, even reflecting in the sky, guiding the troops through the night.
On a troop carrier converted into a temporary command post, the regimental commander questioning Su Huan mumbled to himself, still frowning.
"An evil anomaly that can alter memories, how does this sound so unreliable?"
Shen Li shook his head, "Yet you still believed it?"
The regimental commander cursed, glaring with wide eyes, "That's only because you vouched for it desperately, our brothers have placed their lives on you this time."
Shen Li said smugly, "You know, senior, I've always had good luck."
